Chapter 2 Crossing 2

"Well, I don't know what I can do to survive in this era." Zhang Fenghuo's eyes flashed, and the thoughts in his mind were as sticky as paste, so that he didn't know what to do. Before crossing, his cultural level was only junior high school, and he had already forgotten everything in the textbook. In addition to adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing, he can be said to be illiterate. You don't have to think about becoming a scholar and becoming famous.

As for martial arts, not to mention before, I'm afraid that my body is worse than that of my mother's prince. I have lived in the mountains since I was a child. I have never had a full meal, and even eaten meat for a year. I can't keep up with nutrition at all. My body is so thin that it can be blown away by a wind, not to mention hunting in the mountains. I'm afraid I don't have the strength to do some farm work.

If you don't become a martial artist, and there is nothing else on his body, the current situation makes Zhang Feng feel a headache.

"If I had known that it would have come with a computer in my arms, I could still find a few ancient poems on the Internet when I had nothing to do, and the worst thing would have been 300 Tang poems." Zhang Fenghuo squatted on the stone, supported his chin with his hands, sighing, and his eyes were so sad that people thought that he had just suffered inhuman torture.

"It's really aggrieved to live. It's better to die. Maybe he can cross back." Zhang Fenghuo stood up, walked to the mountain, looked down and stood there. He just thought about this idea. He didn't have the courage to die, and it seemed to be in pain.

"My son, come back quickly." I only heard a woman's shout, which was a little rushed and nervous. This person was Zhang Fenghuo's mother, Wang. As soon as he came back from the mountain, he saw that Zhang Fenghuo was not in the house and came out to look for it. Seeing him standing by the mountain and looking down, he looked like he was about to jump down, which scared Wang.

Zhang Fenghuo turned his head and looked at the words, and there was no reason to be warm in his heart. He remembered the 18 years of taking care of Zhang Fenghuo. He also knew that without him, Wang would be as free from food and clothing as before, instead of making a woman who was only 30 years old become like this in this short 18 years. The trace is wrinkled, and most of the original black hair has turned white. This doesn't look like a middle-aged woman. If you go out of the mountain, I'm afraid no one in the village will recognize it.

In the past, Zhang Fenghuo was entangled in his heart. He only thought of himself and never thought about anything else. Now that he has accepted the facts in front of him, Wang's bits and pieces over the years came to his mind, reminding him of his parents. For a moment, he was a little emotional and sad.

Walking down the mountain, Zhang Feng's fire pounced on Wang's body. His arms only hugged her. A mother blurted out, and then only heard the sound of crying. It echoed in the mountains. Tears at the corners of his eyes wet Wang's patchy shoulders, shining in the sunshine.

Wang didn't know what the idiot was thinking in his heart. He only thought he was still a child and gently stroked his long hair, and his eyes were full of love and sadness. As Zhang Fenghuo thought, if it hadn't been for Wang's original persistence and followed her husband's advice to discard the idiot, she would not have fallen like this, but how could all this be used? For the right and wrong, how can a mother throw down her own flesh and blood, so Wang has been struggling to support her over the years, but she has never regretted.

Zhang Fenghuo cried out of his boredom, cried out of his helplessness, and was also hoarse for Wang's feelings for himself over the years.

When the two returned to the house, Wang took out a wild fruit in the bamboo basket and handed it to Zhang Fenghuo.

Looking at the hands full of ageroache, Zhang Fenghuo's crying eyes were red and swollen, with another pain in his heart.

"Since you can't go back, you should live well here, at least rely on your own efforts to make your mother live a better life, but who will take care of your parents?" Zhang Fenghuo secretly made up his mind, took the wild fruit in his hand, pulled out the skin and handed it to Wang's mouth, and said, "Mom, please eat." In this life, my mother has no hypocrisy and comes from the bottom of her heart.

Wang was stunned and said, "You, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Fenghuo smiled bitterly and said, "Mom, you have really suffered these years. You will rest at home in the future. Everything will be hard with children, and I won't let you suffer." After saying that, he broke the wild fruit into small pieces and put it into Wang's mouth.

Wang had not yet reacted at this time. The idiot, who usually never talked to himself, could now say these words, and the sentence was clear. There was no stupidity. When the wild fruit was put in her mouth, she subconsciously chewed, and the juice flowed in her mouth, which was a little bitter, but very sweet.

In the morning of the second day, Zhang Fenghuo ignored Wang's obstruction and was able to enter the mountain alone. Looking at the figure who had been looking at the door of his home, Zhang Fenghuo's heart was sore and raised an obsession to rely on his own hands to break into the world.

After entering the mountain, it was not as difficult as expected. Instead, with the cognition before crossing, Zhang Fenghuo quickly made a basket full of food, among which wild fruit bacteria were the most.

"My mother's body is too weak. She should eat some meat and fishy food, and my own bones also need to be supplemented with some nutrition. If only I had an AK." Zhang Fenghuo looked at it and muttered to himself.

At this time, Wang had already gone down the mountain. Yesterday, Zhang Fenghuo's sobriety made her full of joy. She just wanted to go down the mountain to tell her husband, and hoped to move back to the village. Years of support made her exhausted. Although they were not far away, they separated the mother and son from the mountain like a gap. At this time, the former diaphragm had been broken. She walked away with nervousness and excitement. At that moment, she seemed to be ten years younger.

Zhang Fenghuo has walked far into the mountain. He, who had never had experience in the mountain, forgot to make a road sign so as not to get lost in the mountain. Zhang Fenghuo, who fainted in front of him, watched the sun gradually set, and there was a trace of panic in his heart, that is, he was lost.

"No, I think how can I make such a low-level mistake wisely for a day." Zhang Fenghuo shouted loudly to relieve his nervousness. He only heard a wolf roar from a distance. He completely closed his mouth and carefully climbed up a locust poplar tree and looked forward.

Several silver-gray figures in the distance were driving towards here. Although he didn't know what kind of wolf was, when the four wolves under the tree surrounded him, the sweat of Zhang Fenghuo fell down. One was nervous, and the other was to hold the tree tightly and consumed his physical strength. In this deep mountain forest, he repeatedly begged There is no idea of saving, but I'm afraid it will provoke a more terrible existence.

"I won't just mutter loudly, as well as you." Zhang Fenghuo scolded under the tree. He felt that his legs and stomach were a little weak, and his palms were full of sweat. It seemed that he would fall down if he was not careful, and then only bones were eaten by these four beasts. No, maybe the bones would be taken away.

An hour passed quickly, and the four wolves showed no sign of leaving. At first, they circled under the tree. Zhang Fenghuo, who thought they had lost interest and were going to leave, thanked Jesus Bodhisattva in his heart. When the four wolves actually sat down and stared at him with four pairs of shining eyes, as if Zhang Fenghuo is a roasted suckling pig, which makes them salivate.

"Mom, I'm fighting with you!" Zhang Fenghuo was a little unsupportable, and his hands and feet were already numb. If he believed in survival, at this time, he had become the wolf's lunch under the tree.

After moving his hands and feet, Zhang Feng stepped steadily on the tree branch, holding the trunk with one hand and trying to grab the tree branch above his head with the other. These wolves also stood up with a guarded posture.

At this moment, he only heard a click, and the tree branch at the foot of Zhang Fenghuo actually broke. It turned out that he had felt that the tree had reached the end of life and wanted to climb higher, but he did not expect that his "violent" activities had exacerbated the situation.